Day off, and I need to get out of here

A good (for lack of better words) reminder of the weeks going by is changing the sheets on my bed every week. Yesterday was Monday, and they weren't changed. I can't believe it's already a week since I last heard my mom saying to put them in the wash. My dad says I shouldn't get upset when people ask me if I've found a job yet because I've been working full-time; the unfortunate thing is, I feel less productive when given spare time, because I feel isolated and need social interaction.